I have no coherent topic for this post, so I’m going to give you some bullet points of things I would have elaborated on if I were being an actual blogger lately.
1. Ginny Weasley probably doesn’t wash her hands often enough. I know, right? Who would have thought? I mean, she seems like a tough girl, but she looks like she practices good hygiene.
No, I have not gone crazy. We did mock urinalysis testing in my microbiology lab this week, and all of the samples were given names of Harry Potter characters. My partner and I got Ginny Weasley, and she has a UTI from Streptococcus pyogenes, which indicates poor personal hygiene.
Next week we’re doing stool samples from Lord of the Rings characters.
I love school.
2. My baby boy has been so, so sick this week. Monday night through Wednesday night, Robbie had temperatures ranging from 99 degrees to 103.3. He was … not happy. He was also diagnosed with Herpangina – a disease name that might have freaked me out if I weren’t smack in the middle of my microbiology class.
His fever is gone, but his misery is still around and he hasn’t been able to be in daycare, which means a lot of missed work, shuttling kids to grandparents’ houses and the like. I finally took him back to daycare this morning and he clung to my legs, screaming. My parents picked him up early.
So here’s the no-duh statement of the day: Having a sick kid sucks ass. They’re miserable, they don’t understand why and you can’t explain it to them. You just have to snuggle them and buy a lot of Tylenol.
3. I’ve made myself feel like a little bit of a badass. Last week I had four tests, all fairly major parts of my grades in those classes, and I was feeling a little fried. Without getting into too much detail, I’ll just say that I did pretty well and I’m kind of proud of myself.
4. Rob and I are reminding ourselves that we have to be parents. You know that thing with kids, where you give them their way a couple of times and then they push and push and push to always get their way forever and ever? Yeah. That’s been happening with Kaylee’s sleep habits, and she’s been sleeping in our bed a lot. When you have to study for four tests and all you want your daughter to do is sleeeeeeeeep, it’s really easy to give her her way so you can go back to memorizing the Gram stain on thirty species of bacteria.
So as of yesterday, that’s ended. We’re forcing her to sleep in her room and refusing to stay in there until she falls asleep, no matter how many tears are shed. We will perform monster checks, arm her with monster spray, kiss away the bad dreams and whatever else needs to be done as long as she sleeps in her own damn room.
She wasn’t thrilled with the idea.
This morning, as Robbie was wailing because I wouldn’t let him watch Thomas the Train in the 30 seconds we had left to leave the house so I could be on time to class, Kaylee looked at me and said, in all seriousness, “Mommy, you need to learn to stop saying ‘no’ to us.”
5. Speaking of Thomas the Train, I often find myself wondering whether there are hypnotic rays shooting out of the TV screen whenever that train is on it. Rays that only affect toddlers. And make them obsessed. And kind of crazy.
Robbie owns three pairs of Thomas pajamas, two Thomas shirts and a ridiculous number of Thomas toys. He screams when we try to change him out of any of the clothing, and carries the toys around wherever he’s allowed to. At school, every time I carry him out of his classroom, he points and reminds me that there’s a Thomas pillow sitting high on a shelf in the pre-school class.
He is, of course, going to be Thomas the Train for Halloween. Except, get this: The little shit refused to put on the costume when I offered. He was cool with wearing the hat, but the train part? Big fat no.
That is one Thomas-obsessed, short little enigma.
6. That is all.